Am I Smiling with my Wrinkled Eyes

Today I made an age-related clothing choice which was a first for me. I've rifled through my closet to avoid looking too fat, too sloppy, or too mannish I engaged in a daily moment of self-deprecation because I'm not 100% behind my 'pretty' but I never once looked at the mirror and said, "I look old." Until today, Oct 20, 2009 5 months and 5 days away from my 39th birthday. Excuse me I need a shot of tequila.

I was on my way to a free panel for unpublished writers. Not knowing who I might

meet I wanted to look good which-when I put on make-up-I do. Maybe it's my new short hair, or maybe it's just the neckline of the sweater I had on first. It's a nice sweater, I got

it at the thrift shop for 5 bucks. Should I burn it? It's possible that the fold-over off the shoulder look should be reserved for supermodels and women who scoff at aging. Maybe it's the hat? No! I love this 3 dollar thrift store hat. My bad posture? I just wasn't feeling this look, I ripped it off and...

went with the blazer, Ann Taylor Loft, she's for young wom-

en right?

I felt younger and sexier. Check out that pose. Am I doing Tyra Banks proud by smiling with my wrinkled eyes.

I have no need to look like I'm twenty, but I refuse to age myself with clothing. I promise that I wont wear a leather mini-skirt or Hollister. Thirty-five forever, baby. Such a great age.